Renly's POV

Being King was not how he thought it would be all these politics and schemes by everyone it was sick and stupid but he had to navigate it or let the Seven Kingdoms be thrown into even more turmoil. His Hand was still Eddard Stark much to his happiness but to Eddard's annoyance.

He had decided that Oberyn would be better off as an advisor on the council as counselled by his friend and guard Ser Loras Tyrell. He relied heavily on Ser Loras and his counsel as his old squire he trusted and cared about him. Loras had pointed out that his father was a proud man who hated Dorne because of the historical skirmishes that have happened between House Dayne and House Oakheart. If Oberyn became Hand Loras assured Renly that Mace would withdraw from the alliance and marriage even if the Queen of Thorns told him to do otherwise. Renly then suggested Lord Tarly but Loras said that would be an even bigger slight at his Lord Father. Name him only Master of Laws and give one is his Bannermen the role of Hand of the King, he would not like that at all. So it came down to the fact that Lord Eddard at the moment was the only viable and best choice for the role and being a tried and tested battle commander made it even better.

More matters were taking up his time he had to leave the battles to his commanders and hope they did it justice; he had still sent a raven to Dorne proposing the marriage between Prince Trystane and Arya Stark and was hoping for a reply soon. Other matters were needed attending, he had to choose what happened to Myrcella and Tommen Waters as they were still potential threats this is reign but Eddard would not let them be killed. Eddard had offered to take Tommen as his Ward in Winterfell and had suggested sending Myrcella to Dragonstone or to Highgarden with Sansa Stark.

Next he still had to choose 4 members of his kingsguard and he was on his way to see a duel between Ser Loras and an applicant now.

He sat on the Iron throne, boy was it an uncomfortable chair but it meant he ruled the seven kingdoms and that was alright by him.

He watched his champion Ser Loras face off against this unknown warrior from a Stormlands house loyal to him. The Warrior was a large imposing brute garbed head to toe in golden armour. Ser Loras swung first trying to swipe at the warriors feet, but it was easily blocked and pushed away, more strokes and blows followed no one gaining the upper hand. Loras had speed but the warrior had strength and it took full advantage of that. The warrior swung from a high using all its strength smashing Loras's block and knocking him off his feet. It swung again this time hitting Loras in his helm with the hilt of its sword shattering his concentration. He tried to regain his feet and positions swing wildly hoping to force the warrior back but was still dizzy from the blow to the helm. After more thrusts, dodges and swings, the warrior had a disgruntled Ser Loras surrender.

He got up off the throne clapping and chuckling "Well done fine warrior, not many people can best Ser Loras. Remove your helm and reveal yourself and ask for a reward I will grant ti if it is within my power."

The whole court watched as the large warrior removed its helm to a large gasp of shock. Stood in front of King Renly was the warrior who had bested the Knight of Flowers and it was a women. She was a very tall, muscular, flat-chested and ungainly, with straw-coloured hair and broad, coarse features that were covered in freckles. Her teeth are prominent and crooked, Her mouth was wide, her lips were swollen, and her nose looked as it had been broken more than once.

She spoke "I am Brienne of Tarth and I ask for a position on your Kingsuard."

Author's note:

Hope everyone is liking my story please review they inspire me and make me want to write, I am still looking for a beta reader. Thank you to everyone who has followed and favourited my story. Sorry this chapter is short but next chapter will have more action and events in